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Beep. Beep. Beep.
 
Beep. Beep. Beep.
   
You lie on the gurney, weak and stale like everything else in the hospital. The horrid stench of medicine and sickly people make their way through your nostrils, and for a moment you become a little paranoid about inhaling this air through your mouth. But you do anyway.
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You lie on the gurney. Weak, and stale, like everything else in the hospital. The horrid stench of medicine and sick patients contaminates the air, rushing through your nostrils as you breathe, ever so slightly.
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Your mouth froths as you run your tongue against your pair of dry, cracked lips. Even in doing this simple task, you are unsure of your success. Your body is so numb; so weak, that you can hardly feel a thing. You can't even tell what the temperature is. Your vision; still cloudy, can only just make out a bottle of water on the table next to your gurney. You try to reach for it, but your body is much too weak. You can't even raise your arm from the bed. In your frustration, you try to call out for a doctor. Pointless; the only sound that resonates from your voice box is a quiet grumble.
   
Your dry mouth froths up as you run your tongue against a pair of dry cracked lips. Even in doing this simple task you are unsure of your success because your body is so numb and weak that it is almost impossible to feel anything on the surface of your body. You can't even tell what the temperature is. The pain though; that is coming from the inside of your body. You can feel that, more than anything you have ever felt before. You'd scream if you could, but when you open your mouth you can't force out anything but a feint breath. You try to speak - but in this state all efforts to do so are futile.
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You don't even know how long you've been out for. Where are your family and friends? Where are the doctors? After the ordeal that put you here you should have had at least a few people to greet you upon waking up.
 
You are alive, barely, and the pain makes you wish that the operation hadn't been a success. You don't even know how long you've been out for. Where is your family and friends? They should have been here to greet you when you woke up. A better question to ask might be: where are your doctors? Your vision is still cloudy and you can't make out much. You can see clearly until about a meter from your gurney, and everything else is just white, faded shadows and figures.
 
   
 
Beep. Beep. Beep.
 
Beep. Beep. Beep.
   
You can hear that sound from a room down the hall. Somebody is dead. You know the sound of a dying heartbeat monitor; it was one of the last things you remembered hearing right before the doctors bought you back into this world. Speaking of doctors, you hear them rush down the hallway, obviously to the room where that horrid beeping is coming from.
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You can hear that sound from a room down the hall. Somebody is dead. The sound of that failing heartbeat monitor is something you know all too well. As a matter of fact, it's the last thing you remember before waking up.
   
 
Beep. Beep. Beep.
 
Beep. Beep. Beep.
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You hear it again, but this time it's not from the same room. It is closer. Probably the room next to yours, but you don't know for sure.
 
You hear it again, but this time it's not from the same room. It is closer. Probably the room next to yours, but you don't know for sure.
   
Suddenly you get a strange feeling, wondering if that 'beeping' will be coming from you next. You try to shrug it off as paranoia, but you still can't shake that feeling of dread. It's almost as if you know it's coming.
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You can't help but feel a little paranoid at all of this. Perhaps even a small sense of dread. Maybe that beeping will be coming from you next?
   
Suddenly, your fears are lulled when a doctor makes his way into your room. But despite this, the same fear builds up inside you once more. Why isn't the doctor speaking? Shouldn't the doctors be attending to the dying patients in the other room?
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Suddenly, your fears are lulled when you see a doctor approach your gurney. But the longer he stares at you, the more the sense of paranoia and dread start to build up again. As the doctor reaches towards your IV; you notice a small item in their hand.
   
Why is the doctor holding a needle?
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A needle.
   
You try to move, but you are just too weak. You see the doctor grab the IV and insert his needle into it. With one swift movement, he pumps the entire content of the needle into the tube.
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You try to move, but you are just too weak.
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You try to call out, but you are just too weak.
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The doctor inserts the needle into your IV, and pumps its contents into the tube.
   
 
It's air.
 
It's air.
   
But instead of the bubbles rising to the top of the top, they pummel down, closer and closer to your skin as you try so hard to pull yourself free.
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But instead of the bubbles rising to the top of the top, they pummel down, closer and closer to your skin as you try so hard, so desperately to pull yourself free.
   
But you can't.
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But you are just, too, weak.
   
 
Eventually the bubbles will enter you veins and pump their way into your heart, killing you instantly.
 
Eventually the bubbles will enter you veins and pump their way into your heart, killing you instantly.
   
You could spend these last moments wondering why this man killed you. Wonder what his motive was; what his ultimate goal was.
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You could spend these last moments wondering why this man killed you. Wonder what his motive was; what his ultimate goal was. Was it a mercy? Was it evil?
   
But that doesn't matter.
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But that's not important.
   
The only questions you ask yourself are the ones that matter. Were you happy with your life? What did you miss out on? Did you tell your family and friends what you felt of them? Is there life after death?
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The only questions you ask yourself are the ones that matter. Could this really be the end? What will happen after you die? What of your family and friends who love you dearly? What about everything you aspired for; everything else you wanted to do before this moment came for you?
   
But you don't have a lot of time to think before your senses fade away one last time. You feel the bubbles clench inside your heart and absolutely everything you were and ever would have been fades into nothing.
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How about everything you'll never do now that it has finally come?
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You don't have a lot of time to think before your senses fade away one last time. You feel the bubbles clench inside your heart and absolutely everything you were and ever would have been fades into nothing.
   
 
Beep. Beep. Beep.
 
Beep. Beep. Beep.
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Latest revision as of 08:13, October 1, 2018

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You lie on the gurney. Weak, and stale, like everything else in the hospital. The horrid stench of medicine and sick patients contaminates the air, rushing through your nostrils as you breathe, ever so slightly.

WeakAO

Your mouth froths as you run your tongue against your pair of dry, cracked lips. Even in doing this simple task, you are unsure of your success. Your body is so numb; so weak, that you can hardly feel a thing. You can't even tell what the temperature is. Your vision; still cloudy, can only just make out a bottle of water on the table next to your gurney. You try to reach for it, but your body is much too weak. You can't even raise your arm from the bed. In your frustration, you try to call out for a doctor. Pointless; the only sound that resonates from your voice box is a quiet grumble.

You don't even know how long you've been out for. Where are your family and friends? Where are the doctors? After the ordeal that put you here you should have had at least a few people to greet you upon waking up.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You can hear that sound from a room down the hall. Somebody is dead. The sound of that failing heartbeat monitor is something you know all too well. As a matter of fact, it's the last thing you remember before waking up.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You hear it again, but this time it's not from the same room. It is closer. Probably the room next to yours, but you don't know for sure.

You can't help but feel a little paranoid at all of this. Perhaps even a small sense of dread. Maybe that beeping will be coming from you next?

Suddenly, your fears are lulled when you see a doctor approach your gurney. But the longer he stares at you, the more the sense of paranoia and dread start to build up again. As the doctor reaches towards your IV; you notice a small item in their hand.

A needle.

You try to move, but you are just too weak.

You try to call out, but you are just too weak.

The doctor inserts the needle into your IV, and pumps its contents into the tube.

It's air.

But instead of the bubbles rising to the top of the top, they pummel down, closer and closer to your skin as you try so hard, so desperately to pull yourself free.

But you are just, too, weak.

Eventually the bubbles will enter you veins and pump their way into your heart, killing you instantly.

You could spend these last moments wondering why this man killed you. Wonder what his motive was; what his ultimate goal was. Was it a mercy? Was it evil?

But that's not important.

The only questions you ask yourself are the ones that matter. Could this really be the end? What will happen after you die? What of your family and friends who love you dearly? What about everything you aspired for; everything else you wanted to do before this moment came for you?

How about everything you'll never do now that it has finally come?

You don't have a lot of time to think before your senses fade away one last time. You feel the bubbles clench inside your heart and absolutely everything you were and ever would have been fades into nothing.

Beep. Beep. Beep.



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